video by winch
video by winch
Only May but already the young adults invade our space, menacing and annoying like bats and mosquitoes, full of themselves and piss and vinegar, venom and spit and profanity…splashing and stomping on picnic tables…the ones under the awning are calling us names…oh wait, calling us over…calling us for dinner, steak bite kabobs with peppers and onions and pineapple, it tastes sweet as spring…and down by the river a group of brown and black-skinned youngsters give us warm cold beer, Blue Moon amber ale in brown bottles. It reminds me of being young and barefoot by the rope swing…It goes down and in the heat it goes to my head. It tastes like the summer after 7th grade when we promised to never become bitter old geezers who hate the teenagers, the people they were once themselves.
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Skamania County. Witch’s Sweep Waterfalls. I couldn’t find it named in a map, so I named it myself, one of many I’ve named in the Pacific Northwest. Like so many others, this is likely only a spring time waterfalls, when the snow melts in the mountains and the rain pours down for months. / Creeks and rivers are not only eventful and beautiful routes to take when you’re off the trail, they also make it nearly impossible to get lost. And if you do get lost, the creeks and rivers can often lead you back to civilization, instead of circles to nowhere. Of course it’s better to not get lost in the first place, and I am quite good at making sure that never happens. You also have to be careful of cliffs and drop offs in places like this and I learned two valuable lessons today. #1: if you’re not lost and desperate, don’t descend a river you didn’t first ascend. #2: if your dog seems uneasy about a route, trust her, turn around and find another way home.